The scent of Jameson's cologne was the first thing to register when she woke up late in the evening. Knowing she was in Jameson's bed, she sat alone in the cool darkness. Angela struggled to remember what had happened that afternoon. She recalled talking to Gabby and being alone in her office. The awful truth came rushing back to her. The file. Keith Jennings. She started hyperventilating as overwhelming panic set in. Yet, this time, she did a much better job of holding things together.
Jameson walked into the room. Seeing the look of pain on Angela's face, he sat on the bed next to her and let her lay her head in his lap. Angela appreciated that he had changed out of his suit and into sweatpants. It was much more comfortable than the alternative. A grin slowly raised her lips. Jameson wa
